Faerie Trap By t

06/03/2020

Faerie Trap

By t'Sade

Copyright (C) 2002, t'Sade

A playful breeze swirled around Jinatha, Jina for short, before dancing through

the sun-dappled trees. Brilliant green leaves fluttered briefly before settling

down. To her right, a creek babbled happily over rocks, giving a sense of peace

to the woods.

Jinatha was a medium-height girl leaning slightly toward the overweight. Her

curves were delicate and her breasts were two full mounds straining against the

bodice of her forest green dress.

Carefully stepping over a patch of mushrooms, she pushed her brown hair away

from her eyes. Her fingers caressed the fibers for a moment, staring critically

at the red streaks that ran through her shoulder-length hair.

Sighing with a touch of regret, she stepped into the woods, searching for

something. After a few millid of searching, she found it with a smile.

It was a simple hammock. The worn cloth strips were hanging loosely between two

trees. Two heavy strips of wood held it apart, to prevent her from hitting the

ground if she crawled into it. Delicately, she stepped over to it and gave it a

test push. It swung back and forth a few times while she looked around.

Seeing no humans watching her, her fingers flew up to her bodice and she began

to untie the gold-streaked string holding it tightly against her breasts. Her

fingers easily loosened the string and she smiled, looking around again.

Taking a deep breath, she reached down and gathered up the bottom of her dress.

Pulling it up and over her head, she tossed the dark green fabric on one edge of

the hammock, to act as a pillow.

With the dress gone, she was bare to the world, except for a pair of simple,

white panties. She hooked them on her thumbs and pushed her panties to the

ground, kicking them a few feet away with a slight giggle. Her breasts hung

slightly down with their size and weight, but she was happy with them. Her

fingers cupped the smooth mounds for a moment before looking down.

Her stomach pushed out slightly, but her hips rounded her out. Below, she could

feel the breeze teasing the tiny hairs covering her womanhood and she smiled at

the sensations.

She crawled in the hammock and made herself comfortable. Her legs pressed

tightly together as she looked up into the sun-colored canopy above her.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and thought back to why she was a prisoner of this

wonderful forest. About two hectods before, almost the entire spring season, she

spent time with Klive Charlin, the eldest son of Marrin Charlin, the Duke of

Westgate. Klive and her spent a lot of time together, mainly in the bedroom.

Her fingers trailed down to her breast, teasing the hardening nipple as she

remembered Klive's fumbling. Her other hand trailed down to rest on her stomach

as she continued to remember.

She got pregnant. This normally wouldn't have been a problem, but Klive was

already intended to be married to someone else and her family couldn't afford

the child. And his family couldn't afford the scandal. So, without giving her a

choice, they forced her to have an abortion and shipped her out here, to her

Uncle Roawan's.

Sadness frowned her face as she thought about the quiet, tense trip and how her

mother almost shoved her out in front of the two-story building before ordering

the carriage to return to the city. Uncle Roawan was there, but that didn't help

the scared girl of nineteen winters.

That was three days ago.

Uncle Roawan spent most of his time in the villages he lorded over, all three of

them, so she was left alone. Sewing bored her and gossip bothered her, so she

took to long walks alone in the woods. For Roawan's comfort, she promised to be

back before sundown every day, otherwise he would send his guards out looking

for her.

The hand caressing her breasts moved down to join the one on her stomach as a

tear squeezed out of her eye. She missed the sense of life inside her. The swell

of her body and the knowledge she would be a mother meant something to her, but

her family cared more about politics then her own needs.

More tears began to slide down her face as she began to sob, her eyes still

tightly shut. Her hands stroked her stomach as she tried to remember the sense

of life inside her, but it was already fading into a dull ache that left her

cold inside. Slowly, her tears stopped flowing and she drifted to sleep in the

warm air.

Jinatha woke up with a start as she felt a breeze push against her. Her hands

were on her stomach, but she didn't move them as she strained to hear a noise

just on the edge of her hearing. The faint smell of jasmine teased her nostrils

as she slowly cracked open one eye.

Above her, fluttering brilliant green wings, was a faerie. He was a tiny

creature, about three centimeters in height, but he was perfectly proportion.

His tiny penis was soft, but it dangled between his legs as he peered at her

with eyes the same color as his wings. Jinatha couldn't seen pupils or the white

of his eyes, just the green color staring at her.

Catching her breath, she watched as he fluttered around. She became aware of

more of them, male and female, hovering around her. Bold colors, blues and

greens and oranges, filled the air as she stared at them, careful not to make

any sudden movements. Each one, she noticed, had eyes the color of their wings.

A few of them were smaller, with more muted colors, while the older ones had

streaks of black in their wings and eyes. None of them were over four

centimeters in height as they fluttered around her.

They did not seem afraid of her, as they hummed around her. Listening, she tried

to hear speech, but they appeared to be mute but beautiful creatures. One of

them, the green-winged male she first saw, landed lightly on her stomach,

standing on her thumb. His weight was barely noticeable, a leaf, as he walked

across her with his bare feet.

Jinatha stifled a giggle as she felt him walking on her, looking down with mute

curiosity. She noticed that her legs had parted in her sleep. One knee was

caught on the edge of the hammock while the other was on the other side; with a

blush, she realized she was exposed to these creature's vision. Quickly, she

noticed they didn't seem to care, but judging from how they randomly moved, she

guessed they were just simple creatures, with no language or pattern to them.

The male faerie drifted up her stomach and stopped at the mound of her right

breast. His tiny hand reached out and stroked the pink aureole. It began to

swell at his touch as she felt the delicate touch as pleasure. His other hand

reached out and grabbed it, tugging it lightly. Jinatha moaned softly, starling

some of the faeries that began to land next to her head. They fluttered away for

a second before drifting back. Many of them caught themselves in her hair; thy

seemed fascinated with it as they wrapped it around their bodies or tugged on it

delicately.

More faeries landed on and next to her, teasing her legs and feet with their

fluttering wings and light touching. A few more landed between her legs,

stroking her inner thighs with the same animal curiosity they others possessed.

Jinatha felt her heartbeat begin to quicken as the feather-light touches as they

explore her body, touching and caressing with fingers slightly more insistent

than the breeze.

One of them managed to land next to her sex and gently tugged at her pubic

hairs. She could feel the warmth begin to grow at the delicate touch and she

moaned softly. The faeries stirred at her noise, but didn't fly away as they

continued to touch, caress, and stroke her from all sides.

The one between her legs pushed it's tiny hand past her curls to stroke against

the soft flesh of her opening. The red lips were already puffy with her

excitement as she felt moisture gathering on them. Her breath came quickly,

startling the faeries, but after a few moments they returned to their curious

exploration.

Jinatha forced her body to relax, but kept her hands on her stomach, as the one

between her legs got more curious and used both hands to massage her lips. It's

fingers caught briefly against her clitoris and sent a shiver of pleasure

through her body. She gasped with the faint pleasure, but forced herself not to

move.

Continuing to touch and explore, the faeries seemed to settle down. The smell of

jasmine grew stronger and she realized it was coming from the faeries

themselves. Quite a few of them managed to tangle themselves into her hair, but

seemed content to just struggle weakly, if at all. She could feel a few of them

sucking on the ends of some strands but her focus was centered on the one

pushing against her.

The tiny tongue sent a shiver of pleasure through her as the faerie stuck it's

head between her curls and licked at some of the moisture. She moaned again.

Spreading her legs very slowly apart, she gave the curious faerie more access to

her body. A smile crossed her face as she realized that very slow movements

didn't bother the simple creatures, just loud noises and fast movements.

Feeling a sudden need, she began to creep one hand down toward her aching sex.

The few creatures on her stomach stepped over the hand or stood on it as she

moved down, being careful to keep her movements very slow. Four of the faeries

were stroking and tugging at her nipples, fluttering their wings as they lifted

up slightly and landed back down.

As her fingers brushed through the short curls on her womanhood, she felt the

faerie pulled back and grab the tip with both hands. It's skin was soft and

delicate, a faint warmth blushing her senses. After a few curious licks, it

released her finger and went back to exploring her sex. She could feel the

warmth inside her building up as the faint smell of her excitement teased her

senses.

She pushed her finger down, rubbing against her clitoris. The faerie tugged at

her finger, trying to pull it away. She resisted at first, but it seemed almost

upset at being denied access to her slit and she lifted her finger. Immediately,

the creature ducked underneath her finger and returned to it's licking and

touching, teasing her but not enough for the pleasure she craved. It's butterfly

wings caressed her finger as it wiggled further underneath her finger.

The tiny creature nuzzling between the folds of her sex sent a tiny spear of

pleasure down her spine. It's tiny, warm body was pressed against her opening as

it stroked and licked at her clitoris. Without thinking, she stroked her finger

down the back of the faerie, putting a light pressure on it.

The faerie pushed harder against her sex, wiggling up between her wet lips as

she gently pushed it against her. It continued to lick and caress and she moaned

softly from the pleasure building inside her. One of it's feet lifted slightly

to push against the opening of her sex as it tried to regain it's balance.

Jinatha gasped with pleasure and cupped her hand against the faerie's back,

holding it against her. It's butterfly-soft wings fluttered against her palm as

it began to struggle slightly. It's foot, a soft warm thing, slipped deeper into

her wet orifice. The other faeries began to shift as the trapped one's wings

beat against her hand. She watched as they stared at the beating wings and

realized what was disturbing them.

Not wanting to scare off the other faeries, she slid her other hand down and

cupped the wiggling faerie against her sex. Her palm pressed the wings

underneath her hands.

The effects were amazing.

Even though the creature was beginning to struggle with earnest underneath her

palms, the others resumed their curious stroking; if they didn't see movement,

they didn't worry. The trapped faerie's wings beat against her labia, sending a

rapid series of pleasure across her body. Her fingers could feel her sex almost

dripping with excitement as she moaned from the rapid, feather-light caresses

against her most sensitive of openings.

Her moans were almost constant now, a soft sound of noise that barely stirred

the simple creatures but spoke volumes as the trapped faerie struggled

underneath her hand. Trying to get away from her palms, it wiggled further

against her sex, half slipping deeper into her soaked opening. She cupped her

sex tighter, forcing the creature deeper in her body.

She could feel the delicate wings beat against her inner lips as the creature

crawled into her sex. She could feel the wiggling body stretching her opening as

it continued to flee her palms.

Feeling the warmth growing inside her, she pushed the creature further in. Her

fingers curled up, pressing inside her body. They brushed against the struggling

faerie and it crawled further into her body. It's wings beat for a few more

minutes before they drew into her vagina with a slick pleasure.

The incredible sensations of the tiny creature crawling into her body send a

shiver of pleasure through her. Her entire body felt hot as her fingers plunged

into her soaked depths, pushing the creature further inside. As her two fingers

reached their limit, she could feel the faerie finally crawl into her uterus and

stop; it beat strained to beat it's wings inside her, teasing the inner walls

with delicious agony.

She stopped moving, feeling the struggles inside her body sending a frenzy of

pleasure through her system. With a sudden crash, she felt every muscle tighten

as an intense, but quiet, orgasm slammed into her. Her back arched, casting

faeries aside as she gasped for breath. Her fingers continued to press inside

her, but she was lost in the intenseness of her orgasm.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, sending hard waves of pleasure with every

twitch and shift of the creature buried inside her. She gasped and moaned,

wiggling under the intense sensations until she finally slumped with exhaustion

against the cloth of the hammock.

Before she opened her eyes, she could feel the faeries landing back on her. The

simple creatures didn't seem to notice one of them had disappeared into the wet

opening of her sex.

Slowly, she moved her hands away from her sex, half expecting the faerie to

crawl back out, but it did nothing but twitch inside her; she almost felt

another orgasm from the intense sensations but she pushed it back.

Resting her hands on her inner thighs, she relaxed. Her thoughts turned to what

she just did, shoving another creature into her body. The poor things was

probably suffocating but it continued to twitch and wiggle inside her, long

after any creature would have died.

Slowly, she relaxed some more, feeling the sensation of life inside her once

again. To her surprise, she suddenly felt another light touch against her sex.

Looking down, she gasped in surprise as she saw the green-winged male faerie

stroking her inner thigh. It seemed to be caressing a faint blue powder that

dusted her lips; probably the dust from the faerie still wiggling slowly inside

her.

In her mind, she begged for it to repeat the first one's actions. Holding her

breath, she watched as it leaned over to press against the swollen lips of her

womanhood. Inside, she felt the first faerie twitch before curling up. A brief

wave of pleasure rippled through her body as the green-winged faerie pushed it's

head past her pubic hair to lick against the moisture of her labia. With a gasp,

Jinatha forced herself not to move.

The faerie became more curious, pushing up against her opening as it nuzzled

against the drops of her juices that collected on her folds. Slowly, Jinatha

moved her hands behind it and cupped the creature against her body. It began to

struggle almost immediately, but she already covered it from the sight of the

other creatures.

Like the first, it's wings beat against her labia and she felt a rush of

pleasure course through her, filling her with a warmth she thought would set her

afire. Her fingers curled up, gently guiding the soft warm creature against her

sex until it also began to crawl inside her.

Her legs shivered with another orgasm as she felt the faerie wiggle inside her,

pushing against her inner walls. Her fingers pressed harder against it, shoving

it deeper into her body until it became to crawl inside to avoid them. It's

wings were soaked with her juices as they were pulled inside and she came again

from the sensations of the tiny creature struggling inside. Both faeries inside

her began to struggle more as they brushed against each other. Their frantic

motions sent wave after wave of pleasure through her senses as she moaned

loudly.

The faeries around her flew off as she lost herself in another orgasm. When she

recovered, they were already gathered around her, as if nothing happened. The

two tiny creatures inside were still struggling, brushing against her but never

coming close to slipping out of her body. She gasped for air as she felt the

breeze slip along sweat-soaked skin.

Feeling eager and flushed from excitement, she spread her legs and waited for

another. It came, a beautiful red-winged female with the same curious

expression. It's eyes were streaked with black, but it didn't seem to notice

anything wrong until she cupped it against her sex with both hands. With some

effort, she managed to coax it inside her, experiencing another intense orgasm

that lasted forever as the three creatures wiggled and crawled inside her soaked

sex.

Her entire body was trembling as she spread her hands again, waiting for the

next one. As simple as the creatures were, they seemed not to notice their kind

disappearing. In fact, the light dusting against her inner thighs seemed to

attract more of them between her legs. She managed to trap two more inside her,

one right after the other; her body exploded in an intense orgasm as the five

tiny creatures filled her up from the inside. Their actions started up a frenzy

that sent hot waves of pleasure against her until she bit her tongue to avoid

screaming out loud.

Jinatha was beginning to feel a comfortable pressure against her uterus, a

sensation she hungered for ever since her parents forced her abortion. Her skin

was soaked with sweat and every muscle in her body trembled from the intensity

of the orgasms that continued to crash into her with every wiggle, every

struggle, of the five tiny faeries inside her.

She opened her eyes and looked around. The other faeries continued to surround

her in a carpet of brilliant color. None of them noticed the moans anymore, nor

did they seem to care about the shivers that rippled through her body. Inside

her uterus, the continuing motion was making thoughts difficult as she

contemplated trapping one more.

Her decision was made when two faeries landed between her legs. They were

identical twins. Both females had wings that was red on the top and faded into a

gorgeous orange at the base. Jinatha caught her breath at their delicate

features, then moaned as they both nuzzled up against her sex. They were drawn

by the dust covering her sex.

Her hands twitched slightly and they hesitated. Clamping down on her fingers,

she waited patiently for the twins to explore closer. Inside her, she felt the

struggling grow faster, more frantic. One of the trapped creatures began to

crawl toward her opening and Jinatha watched helplessly as the two tiny faeries

hesitate.

Unable to bear losing one, she clamped down on her hands, shoving the two

against her sex as she partially sat up. The faeries around her flew off,

scattering to the four winds as she forced the twins against her soaked opening.

They struggled frantically, beating their wings against her inner thighs,

fingers, and labia but Jinatha was already orgasming from the intense

sensations. Her fingers pressed against their tiny bodies until they began to

slip into her stuffed entrance, pushing the escaping one back inside her. Her

moan echoed against the trees as she forced the last two faeries inside her, her

body exploding time and time again from the seven tiny creatures frenzying

inside her.

Her moans turned into loud gasps of pleasure as she shoved four fingers to keep

the creatures inside her. They filled her like nothing ever did before, pressing

against all of her walls in struggling caresses. Her orgasm caught into her,

slamming hard against her senses as she felt wave after wave crest inside her.

Somehow, she managed to keep her fingers in her opening and prevent the seven

from escaping. Their struggles began to slowly die down, with the occasional

twitch or movement deep inside her.

Jinatha gasped and let her senses stop reeling. She looked down at her bulging

stomach and felt another shiver of pleasure ripple through her as she saw

herself pregnant once again.

A feeling of warmth rushed over her and she decided she wanted to keep these

delicate creatures inside her for as long as possible. With a sudden though, she

looked up as saw the sun beginning to set against the horizon.

Feeling panic, she cupped her hand against her opening, ignoring the flood of

juices that slipped between her fingers, and rolled out of the hammock. Her

fingers almost slipped, but she managed to stumble over to her panties and slip

them on with one hand. Pulling them tightly up, she felt the snug fabric hold

her precious babies inside her.

Grinning, she located her dress and slipped it on before walking quickly back

toward the house. It took her almost an hour to return and the sun was sending

the last ray of light against the door as she reached it.

Her uncle was inside, worried. He smiled with all the warmth in his eyes as he

hugged her. His smile faded slightly as he saw her flush.

"Are you okay, my dear?"

Swallowing hard, she ignored the wiggling inside her body, and nodded.

"Yes... uncle. I just had to run to make it back in time."

He nodded, as if understanding, "Please be careful. Dinner is in about a decid.

And, if you are willing, I would like you to join me tomorrow as I do the

mid-summer head count."

Wanting to return to her room as soon as possible, she nodded, "I... would love

that."

Jinatha was finding it hard to speak as the faeries inside her began to struggle

again. She could feel the fabric pressed against her opening was already soaked

with her juices as she looked up the stairs.

Her uncle frowned, "Are you sure you're okay? You don't have to go with me... if

you don't want to."

Putting on a bright face, she beamed a smile, "I'm sorry. I'm just excited about

going. I already have butterflies in my stomach."

END

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